So I have a problem. Actually, let's call it a theoretical problem. There's this theoretical guy, and this guy is a businessman, anindependent operator. His operation and my operation, they kind ofoverlap: we both help people to move stuff around, and we're paid fordoing so. But this guy, this theoretical guy, he seems to be makingmore money than a theoretical guy should, and this bothers me. Itmight even be, and I regret having to say this, that this theoreticalguy might be engaged in illegal activities.

Now, like I said before,I don't have a problem with anybody who feels that he has to stretchthe law a little to make a living, as long as nobody gets hurt, ornobody I know gets hurt, but it worries me that a theoretical guymight be doing something not strictly legal in an area that mightimpact upon my own theoretical activities, if I was the kind of guywho broke the law occasionally and moved stuff around on which, say,US Customs might frown. Obviously, I'm not that kind of guy, eventheoretically, and if I knew about something illegal I'd feelinclined to put a stop to it, not least because it might bringunwanted attention down on those of us who are discreet about suchmatters, if you catch my drift. Would I tell the cops? I don'tknow. I might be inclined to ask around first. I told you I havefriends. They're interesting people, my friends. If I were toexpress my curiosity about what this theoretical guy is doing, evenif I were to suggest that he might be engaged in smuggling of somekind, then my friends, out of concern for the law and our mutualwellbeing, might offer to have a talk with him. They might even takethe trouble to inspect his truck, just in case he was, in fact,breaking the law, and then they could advise him on the steps that hemight take in order to ensure that no repercussions, legal orotherwise, arose out of the situation.

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